Her Secret

7|Rules

Elianna's POV

I was awoken by a loud ringing sound.

I turned to see his phone showing the caller ID 'Seb'. I assumed that was short for Sebastian.

I turned to him and he was fast asleep so I tapped him and quickly pretended to be asleep.

He groaned deeply before I heard the ringing stop.

"What?" He answered already annoyed. "Why the hell did you do that for? Come back now!"

I flinched at his shout and I knew he saw because he got up.

I opened my eyes and we was texting on his phone with his back turned to me.

My eyes widened when I saw the sight. His back was filled with scars.

That must have hurt.

He looked over his shoulder and our eyes locked.

He quickly picked up the shirt which was hanging on the chair next to him and pull it over his head.

He turned his body to face me. "Let's set some rules, Elianna."

"Elle."

He raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"You can call me Elle."

I hated when people used my actual name.

"Why the hell would I do that?" He asked and before I even got a chance to answer, he moved on.

"First rule, we will call each other by our government name."

"Second rule. My stuff is my stuff. Your stuff is your stuff. We don't touch each other's stuff. Understood?"

The amount of times he said 'stuff' was crazy but I nodded anyways.

"Lastly, you will do everything I say and if you disobey, you will be punished. Understood? I don't want a replay of what happened at the bridal shop."

I didn't nod my head.

He walked up to me and started squeezing my hand tightly. "Understood?"

I quickly nodded so that he could stop hurting me.

He dropped my hand before turning to walk to the door.

"Wait," I stopped him.

His hand remained on the doorknob and his back was still turned to me. Nonetheless, he was listening.

"Why do we have to share the same room? I have gotten the tour. I know that you have more than enough rooms here and apparently we're the only ones that actually live here."

He let go of the doorknob and walked back to me.

"I promised your father I'll babysit you and that is what I'll do."

"I don't need you or anyone else to babysit me. I'm a grown woman."

He stared at me blankly. He was not too impressed.

"When can I have my phone back?" I asked.

"You'll get it back when I think you deserve it."

"Come on! There isn't even a TV in here? What am I supposed to do?"

"Why the hell are you telling me that for? That's not my problem."